“And the world keeps turning, sun keeps burning… We are the lost and found.” January – March The year began in a difficult fashion. We saw a dying relative in hospital, celebrated 10 years together, and attended the relative’s funeral. Some …

“And the world keeps turning, sun keeps burning… We are the lost and found.” January – March The year began in a difficult fashion. We saw a dying relative in hospital, celebrated 10 years together, and attended the relative’s funeral. Some …
I spoke back in January about setting a ‘theme’ for the year, and for 2017, I picked ‘create.’ As a reminder: “The word isn’t an extra goal or a resolution as such, it’s more a way to summarise and remind myself …
“We begin in the heart of the darkness. Winter is full upon the Earth; snow veils the landscape, thin trees are brittle with ice, and stars shatter the black mirror of the sky.” :: Michelle Morgan :: November …
“A white lace of frost webs the sidewalk; a kaleidoscope of leaves. Hillsides are ablaze with flame-colored trees, fields lie fallow and dark, and cornstalks dry to the color of bone in the low golden sun. The sky promises rain …
“Mist blankets the morning garden and the empty fields; a last rose blooms slowly over the arbor by the backyard gate. Paintbox leaves fall to the ground under galoshes and the wheels of slicker-yellow school buses. Sweaters come out of …
“The summer air is hot and still, the afternoon hazy; crickets call relentlessly from among the brown grasses, and ears of corn are the same heavy, burnished gold as the late-day sun. Hawks circle in the blue-white sky overhead, and …